Pryde - Trill b**h lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, real sh**, real sh** Real sh**, real sh** Everybody need a trill b**h I'ma one take this It goes like ummm... [Verse 1] Nice a**, perky tits You just out here working sh** Make me feel like how I am is bad I don't deserve this chick But you be the worthiest She keep it a Benjamin All up in my preference Up in my text messages Nudes all day, paragraphs All about the boy, yo You cook me up some pollo My bad chick, oh damn she loyal Talking bout when you f**ing make it You gon' k** the game no doubt Because you're dope as f** With or without me, and I respect that Cool with mom, cool with pop Cool with all my ninjas too If he puts his hands on you I swear I'll put a hit on dude And you don't even hit on dudes That's why I'm feeling fit for you I ain't even done talking this sh** to you Real sh**, real sh** [Hook] When I look into your eyes You know that I can see that you're the trillest b**h alive Oh, you're mine When I look into your eyes You know that I can see that you're the trillest b**h alive You and I When I look into your eyes You know that I can see that you're the trillest b**h alive Damn, you're fine When I look into your eyes You know that I can see, you know, you know that I can see that you're the [Verse 2] I don't even smoke, but you could roll up They used to make fun of your looks but now you're grown up You're with the clique, you're with the sh**s, your stylo's so nuts Like we dem boyz, we dem boyz, baby hold up, hold up Hold me down for that paper I provide the world, you provide it back And I make money, at least trying to I take a trip away and I might be back And you don't even feel neglected, I know b**hes be envisioned But I'm never thirsty asking for their digits, I got you at home And we ain't even really gotta lie, baby I learned that loving one is really not a crime, baby She like, “When can you be there?” I'm wishing all the time, baby But you know I gotta be here on my grind, but you mine Real sh**, real sh** [Hook] [Verse 3] Hold up, jump to get them jeans on This that bad b**h theme song You're the one I lean on I squeeze that a** and kiss your lips I know you be with the sh**s I swear to God we in this b**h You see my b**h like gimme that I look at you like step on back Them tits, I got a grip on that For every single little pleasure I just wanna be your man, you know I can't promise forever But you're trill though [Hook]